MTL - My 1995 Small Farm-Chapter 382 Chen Ling's loss

  Chapter 382 Chen Ling's Lost

   "My good fellow, how long has it been since I saw you, your village is so prosperous."

  In the early morning, Zhao Dahai gnawed a steamed bun and held a salted duck egg. He stood at the gate of the farm and said in surprise.

  Zhao Dahai and his party came early. He and Chen Ling had known each other for so long, so naturally they wouldn't see each other. After dawn, they had dinner at the farm in the morning.

   During this meal, the outside of the farm became lively. Now, taking advantage of the sun rising and the morning dew will dissipate, groups of tourists wandered around the orchard.

  Some took pictures with cameras, some set up drawing boards to sketch from life, some took children to catch fish and tadpoles, and caught butterflies among the flowers and plants...

  Heiwa Xiaojin also led a large team to go out to welcome guests, and took up the responsibility of guarding the order of the farm very well.

   "It's the same as last year. It just happened for a while. If the traffic problem is not resolved, even tourists who really like the scenery here will not come here on purpose in the future."

  Chen Ling carried the small blackboard and hung it on the tree next to the pavilion.

   "You're right, but I think your county attaches great importance to it. They carved a stone specially for the Dawang Bafang Reservoir, and maybe they will start building roads after a while."

  Zhao Dahai muttered, eating steamed buns and salted eggs, talking while eating.

   Then, watching the number of tourists in the orchard gradually increase, he patted his forehead distressed: "I originally wanted to unload the electric poles and put them in the farm, but now it seems that I can't."

   "It's okay, let it go, there is so much open space behind my village."

  Chen Ling looked up at him strangely.

   "No, no, no, your place is so beautiful, people came here for this, put a pile of cement poles, it doesn't fit at all, it's too bad for the scenery."

  Zhao Dahai shook his head.

   "Hey, what's the matter, it's all right..."

Chen Ling looked at the fat man's face, and said with a smile: "If you really don't want to put it here, just let someone pull the wheat field. The place over there is flat and spacious, and it's still at the entrance of the village. It's well connected. Which direction do you plant the poles?" All convenient."

   "Hey, this is good, let's put it in the threshing field."

   Zhao Dahai's eyes lit up, and he almost forgot about the threshing field.

  He wanted to unload the load of electric poles at Chen Ling Farm.

   One is that he has a good relationship with Chen Ling, and he wants to set up two more poles for him in the future.

  The second is the local electric poles, nearly half of which will be planted on the mountain, and each electric pole must be carried from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, from digging holes, planting poles, and then wiring.

  Sometimes blasting is required.

  The hard work can be imagined.

  So Zhao Dahai thought that the farm was close to the mountain, and it would be easier to carry it up the mountain from here.

   "You have worked hard for half a year. The last time I went to your house with Shanmao to look for you, you were not there."

   Chen Ling saw that the fat man had lost two circles of weight visible to the naked eye, and his complexion had turned dark red. He couldn't help laughing in his heart: "Why, can't I be lazy this time?"

   "Don't mention it, I still want to be lazy."

Zhao Dahai smiled wryly when he heard the words, and sighed while biting the steamed bun: "Now that the country is rich, it is imperative to electrify the countryside. If it were ten or twenty years ago, a village, no matter how big or small, would have three Electricity poles are not bad, look at the moment, one pull is one car, and it is enough to fall down within the specified time, how can I not help myself?"

"Besides, this work is tiring, and I have to climb mountains. Damn it, if I just slack off and don't work, then when others complain, I won't do my job well. If I can't finish the task, I will have to pay the bill to me." on the head."

After saying this, Chen Ling felt even more happy when he heard it, and said: "It's just right if you can't be lazy, take this opportunity to get rid of your fat body, and I can take you to hunt in the mountains this winter, or it will be like before. If you are so fat, you will be out of breath after walking two steps, who dares to take you into the mountains."

   "Hey, don't worry, Fugui, brother, I'm in great shape now. I've been climbing up and down for more than half a year, and my legs have grown tendons. If you don't believe me, touch it."

  When Zhao Dahai heard Chen Ling say that he would take him into the mountains to hunt, his eyes lit up first...

   Then he gave a thumbs up and slapped his chest loudly, boasting about himself.

   Finally, he grabbed Chen Ling's hand and asked Chen Ling to touch the tendons on his legs.

"roll roll roll."

  Chen Ling pushed it away in disgust.

  Zhao Dahai laughed, and then talked about Shan Mao's marriage a while ago, he should still be busy here.

   When the time comes, we will go back to the city together.

   While the two were chatting about this, Chen Ling released all the chickens, ducks and livestock, and by the way, smashed the sand that was brought back yesterday into the yard.

  Zhao Dahai went back to the kitchen and drank a bowl of porridge, then took his men to the threshing ground to unload the truck.

  The next step is to survey the terrain and location, dig holes and plant poles.

  Chen Ling couldn't help, he just said that when he was carrying it up the mountain, he would call him again. He was very strong, so this kind of work was nothing to him.

  Zhao Dahai agreed wholeheartedly, thinking that he would be rich, and others would not even say such words of help.

  Afterwards, he felt that his thoughts were funny. If Fu Gui was not such a person, how could he and Shan Mao get closer and closer to him and become good brothers.

In the morning, Wang Susu passed the freshness of his son calling his mother, so Chen Ling snatched his son here and hugged him in the small pavilion in the bamboo forest. Xiao Qingma takes pictures.

  Don't look at many men who like to take pictures with horses.

   But no matter what, if you take pictures with Xiaoqingma, you will not miss Xiaobainiu in the end.

   This cow is so clean and beautiful, with white hair and clean roots, not to mention big girls and young wives, even the young and old have a smile on their faces unconsciously when they see it, and want to reach out to touch it.

  If you take a photo with Xiaoqingma, ten yuan per person will be expensive, but if you change to Xiaobaiu, ten yuan per person, you are willing to pay.

  Even if the adults have a few complaints, seeing their children happily climbing on the back of the little white ox and riding on the tall and beautiful big white ox with such joy, I feel that the money is worth it.

  It's a pity that the big white bull has such a weird temper, only children are allowed to ride and adults are not allowed to ride. The adults can only take a group photo next to it, otherwise, they will definitely not complain.

Gradually, some people discovered more spiritual aspects of the little white cow. For example, it would play coquettishly with Chen Ling's family, help Chen Ling look after the children, and Ruirui wanted to touch it. He brought his head close to let the little doll touch it.

  All kinds of things like this, plus many villagers and children in the village also yelled at them, many tourists passed the little white cow as a divine cow.

  As soon as the name spread, more and more people lined up to take pictures.

  Chen Ling was filled with weirdness and helplessness for a while, and he didn't do anything. The old turtle he raised became a turtle king, and the cow he raised was also passed down as a **** cow.

   Now it’s like some very deliberate publicity in later generations, grabbing a selling point and making a big fuss, publishing it in newspapers and TV, and then attracting people to travel and so on.

  The means are very similar.

  Of course, now this is spontaneous from the tourists, and he is not disgusted.

  It's just a pity that I have raised the dog so well, but no one is pulling it on the dog.

  Even if someone asks for a dog, they just want to ask for a pup.

   This made him a little disappointed.

  After all, his original intention was to promote local dog breeds.

   Now it seems that the dog matter has not caught up, but with the little white cow, it may be possible to promote the local yellow beef.

  As for a buffalo, it doesn’t matter if it’s a scalper, they’re all cows anyway.

  ——

   Off topic.

   Signed a supplementary agreement, the big boss can't stop changing during the reservation period.

  In addition, the parents have been recruited in the past two days.

  Fever, sore throat, retching, chills all over, bedridden and needing care, home is a mess.

  I have been writing 2,000-word chapters for the past few days, in order to ensure that there are daily updates during the booking period, and the bottom line is constantly updated.

  Today, I will try my best to write out more than 2,000 words.

  I also told the operation officer that this first book encountered various things, but I was afraid that everyone would be annoyed and sometimes I couldn't talk about it.

  I don't want to pass on the negative energy in my life to everyone.

  Thanks to the new and old readers for their perseverance, I am very sorry, I bow.

  (end of this chapter)